Love Was When I loved You,One True Time I hold you

Agnes: Hello Boab.

He turns and she is standing there.

AGNES: I changed my mind.

He smiles at her, his eyes drinking her in. Her cheeks are red with the
chill wind, and her eyes sparkle. Her hair blows wildly about her face.

AGNES: Ah loast my scrunchie else mah hair mibbe a bit less wild!

BOAB: Shutit. Come here.

He puts his hands on her waist. As if he is going to kiss her.

BOAB: Close your eyes.

She does, and he turns her to face forward, the way the ship is going. He presses her gently to the rail, standing right behind her. Then he takes her two hands and raises them until she is standing with her arms outstretched on each side. Agnes is going along with him. When he lowers his hands, her arms stay up... like wings.

BOAB: Okay. Open them.

Agnes gasps. There is nothing in her field of vision but water. It's like there is no ship under them at all, just the two of them soaring. The Clyde unrolls toward her, a hammered copper shield under a dusk sky. There is only the wind, and the hiss of the water 50 feet below.

AGNES: Whit the hell are you playing at mate. "come fur a nice cruise" he says, "the weather wull be great", he says and noo we've been battling force 8 gales aw the way in frum Ireland, an there's nought to sit on barring a whack load of timber that's gin me skelfs on ma bahookie. And noo yer trying to git me to fa' aff the front o' the boat and make it look like it was a romantic accident. Well Ahm having nane o' it.

And with that Agnes grabs Boab's anorak hood and tips him, arse over elbow over the front of the boat.